Mary’s Sexual Evolution — Part Nine
Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, and eight
The following week was a blur. Initially, Louise and Mary decided to keep their new relationship a secret for a while. At least, that was the plan. Instead, they were inseparable and held hands everywhere they went making eyes at each other. Ultimately, vodka caught them out at the student union on Monday night, when too much led to them making out publicly. Their secrecy lasted just a little over twenty-four hours. The reaction from their friends was beyond what they had expected. Some were a little surprised, given their well-known liking for men, but all thought they made a lovely couple and were happy for them. There were a few snide comments from a minority who really weren’t really friends. Still, their sarcastic and homophobic comments were met with fierce resistance from those closest to them, including Elliot, who told Mary he had a feeling she would end up with Louise eventually.
Mary had accepted a booking from Monica for Wednesday night, as had Louise, who was going home this weekend, so could only accept a weekday date. Mary was meeting Chris, a 40-year-old accountant, and Louise was meeting Alastair, one she’d met before and slept with a few times.
They got ready together at Mary’s, both needing to be in the city for 7pm at restaurants not far apart. Louise and Mary had an open and honest conversation about their sex lives. They agreed that with their escorting work, they could sleep with any ‘client’ they wanted to and that Mary should continue her fun and highly profitable arrangement with Edward, at least for the time being. They also agreed that sex with anyone other than an escorting customer required a conversation in advance and that other women were entirely off-limits.
They shared a taxi, arriving at Louise’s restaurant first. Louise kissed Mary goodbye, then headed in as Mary went for dinner with the newest stranger, Chris. Dinner was lovely, Chris was pleasant, and the sex was a little bland but satisfying midweek fuck. At two in the morning, tucked up in their own beds, they texted each other, discussing their customers for the evening and the sex they had both had. They then brushed it aside and moved on to their plans to move in together next year, their final year at university.
On Friday, Mary went to Louise’s to meet her parents, who were picking her up to take her home for the weekend. Louise introduced Mary to them as her girlfriend, and Louise’s mother was delighted. However, her father seemed a little more reserved over the whole thing. When Mary returned to the halls, her mind turned to an impending overnight with Edward. Still waiting to hear from him, she contacted him by text.
‘Hi, eleven in the morning, okay?’
He replied quickly.
‘Yes, see you then. Looking forward to it.’
She got a little excited at the knowledge that he was taking control of her wardrobe and had bought her some new clothes.
The following day, she got up early, bathed, dressed in tight jeans and an almost see-through white top, then headed to his house for eleven. He welcomed her in and took her coat.
“Like my outfit?” she asked in her submissive voice.
“I do, but. It’s about to come off.”
Mary smiled. “So soon?”
“Your clothes are on your bed. Go and change. I’ll be in the kitchen,” he turned abruptly and left. Mary, curious, headed upstairs. On her bed was a white PVC micro skirt, a white PVC bra, a pair of white fishnet hold-ups and some white patent high heels. She smiled. ‘Kinky’, she thought to herself. She put the outfit on and looked at herself in the mirror, impressed with his choice but not convinced white was the way to go. The skirt hardly covered her modesty, and she decided it was no accident that there was no underwear. ‘If he makes me sit, he’s going to enjoy the view,’ she thought.
She headed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he stood, holding a coffee, waiting for her. She walked seductively towards him.
“And this outfit?” she asked.
“Perfect. For daytime,” he said, nodding to the stool in front of him.
Mary sauntered over to it and lifted herself onto it keeping her legs together a little and letting her feet swing. He stepped forward and put his hand on her leg as she looked up at him, already aroused at the chemistry in the room.
“Did you put underwear on?”
“No, sir.”
“Let me check.”
Mary opened her legs a little, and he slid a hand up to her clit. She shivered pleasantly, then moaned, realising this was the first time he’d touched her there.
“Good girl,” he said, removing his hand. “Drink?”
“Coffee, please,” she replied. He poured her a coffee, placed it on the marble kitchen worktop beside her, and stepped back.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Don’t drink it yet. It’s too hot. I don’t want you to burn your mouth; I’ll need it fully functional later.”
Mary was getting hornier and wetter by the second. This Edward was a good Edward. She smiled at him.
“Later?”
“Yes.”
“So, what do I do while my coffee is cooling?” she asked.
He held out a hand and helped her off the stool, then nudged her feet apart with his foot. She helped. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she had to look up at him.
“Does my servant kiss?”
“Yes, sir.”
He leaned down and kissed her, roughly forcing his tongue into her mouth. Mary loved it. So much so that she didn’t notice his other hand heading for her clit until it touched her. He stopped kissing her for a second.
“Open your legs wider,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir,” she said eagerly.
He quickly slid two fingers into her, the shock weakening her knees, and she nearly fell.
“If you fall, this stops. Okay?”
She went to respond, but as she opened her mouth, he kissed her aggressively again and slid a third finger into her and started to finger fuck her quickly.
This was a predicament. Mary was horny and wet, and the speed his fingers were bringing her pleasure meant her knees just wanted to give up already. It was torture, blissful torture. Whenever he thought she would orgasm, he stopped, made her stand there for a few moments, and then started again. She wanted to hate it, but she really didn’t. Eventually, he decided she needed a little help, as he clearly wanted to deny her the orgasm she desperately craved but also wanted to keep her blissful torture going. He let go of her hair and let her stand up, legs together for a moment.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“Thanks,” she replied.
“Be quick. We’re not finished.”
Mary took a mouthful of coffee and then put it down; he slid it away and pushed her forward, bending her over the cold marble worktop. For a moment, she willed him to fuck her there and then. She should have known better. Instead, he bent down behind her and put three fingers back inside her, speeding up again as he watched his work close-up. Mary screamed loudly, still wanting more.
She looked back over her shoulder towards him, and he glanced up, looking for a reaction. She smiled at him and nodded before turning her face away and putting her cheek back on the marble worktop. He slowed his hand, and she felt herself starting to be stretched as he slid in a fourth finger; she relaxed a moaned, the fullness of the feeling washing over her. Then she felt him push, gently at first, then more firmly. She quickly realised what he was trying to do and held her breath, trying to relax as best she could. A moment later, she felt the pressure release and her sex fill, gripping his wrist.
‘Fuck, he’s got his hand in me,’ she thought.
He slowly withdrew it, making her scream as his knuckles passed her opening. He pushed it back in repeatedly until Mary could comfortably accept him. Mary liked trying new things, and this was new.
Edward stood up and leaned over her.
“Can you squirt?” he whispered.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Would you like to?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
He put one hand on her back and slid his hand back inside her opening, and upped the tempo.
Mary wailed in pleasure, losing control of herself. Only moments later, she started to hear liquid flowing from her body, running down her legs and splashing outwards onto the floor as she had a massive orgasm. Edward clearly liked it, as he continued doing it until she could no longer squirt. He quickly withdrew his hand, leaving Mary shaking and moaning uncontrollably on the worktop as he stepped back and watched, clearly pleased with himself for what he’d done to her.
Mary lay there for a few minutes as she calmed down, her body still twitching as she eventually stood and looked at him.
She smiled. He smiled back.
“I should go and clean up,” she said.
“Yes, you should,” he agreed. “Take a shower. I’ll put a new outfit out for you on your bed after I have mopped this up.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, gingerly walking away, her pelvis aching slightly — but in a good way.
She showered for a while, enjoying the hot water running down her body. When she walked back into her room, she was met by a black crotchless fishnet catsuit lying on the bed, with a pair of black boots. She put them on and looked in the mirror, keen to see how she looked, having never worn anything like it. She loved it and quickly took a few seductive selfies in it to show Louise, then went downstairs.
As she strolled into the kitchen, Edward had cleared the floor and made lunch. He turned to look at her as her heels started clicking on the kitchen floor. Her crotch was completely exposed, as was her rear, but the rest of her body was covered in the fishnet material, which didn’t provide any privacy but made her feel sexy. She confidently strolled over to him and leaned against him.
“Good choice,” she said, smiling.
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he said. “Sit, you must be hungry.”
As they sat, Mary wanted to talk.
“Unicorn,” she said softly.
“Now you’re at it!” he said.
“Sorry. Just…”
“I’m joking. Go on,” he said warmly.
“So, is this what you and your wife used to do? Bring sub girls over and use them sexually?”
“Mostly yes. You would be amazed how many girls were up for it. They would come over and dress how we wanted, then we’d all just have sex all weekend.”
“I’d have liked your wife,” Mary said absently. “My kind of woman.”
“Yes, you would, and she would have really liked you. She had a thing for tiny, beautiful blondes.”
“Did you do it a lot?”
“Yes, for years. Occasionally we’d have a male over, sometimes a few girls. Sometimes we’d have parties.”
“Parties? What kind of parties?”
“Gangbangs mostly. My wife Ellen would get one or two young girls together, and we would have a poker night for my friends. They were part of the entertainment.”
“Your wife too?” Mary asked curiously.
“No, we would just direct the girls on what to do and with who.”
Mary stirred her pasta around with her fork.
“Wow,” she said. “How many friends?”
“Usually between four and six. Disgusted?” he asked.
“Quite the opposite,” she said, smiling. “Sounds quite hot, to be honest. When’s your next poker night?” she laughed.
“You’re joking, right?” he said hopefully.
“Yes, I am. I’m not sure my little body could take being used by a group of men all night, no matter how appealing it sounds. I would have to start with two and build my way up,” she laughed. “Back to today?”
“Yes, today. I do have a question while we’re chatting.”
“Oh, go on.”
“How do you feel about photographs or video?”
“I’m fine with either, just don’t show my face. I don’t want a video of me having my face fucked landing on the internet in my thirties and ruining my career.”
“Fine by me,” he said. “And while we’re on that subject.”
“Unicorn!” They both said at the same time and laughed.
Mary looked down for a second to get back into character and then looked up.
“I’ve finished my dinner. Did you want to use my mouth now?” she said. In character, but meaning every word.
“Go to my room and wait for me,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” Mary replied, heading through the door and trotting happily up the stairs.
About an hour or so later, Mary was in the pool, in a less revealing costume than last week, while Edward sat admiring her with a coffee from the sun loungers. She was processing everything that had happened that morning, from a quite literal screaming orgasm bent over the kitchen counter to having spent the last hour having her mouth used for Edwards’s pleasure. Her inner submissive kept telling her it was wrong to be paid for this; it was too much fun. However, her mind ran over her blossoming relationship with Louise and how Louise was beginning to show the kind of dominance behind closed doors that she craved. She could walk away from this in a heartbeat; it was just fun; she couldn’t walk away from Louise; she was so much more.
Mary also wondered if Edward was planning to have sex with her at any point. He hadn’t suggested it yet, but given how good he had been at other activities, Mary thought sex with him would be great fun.
She spent much of the afternoon swimming and relaxing by the pool while Edward went shopping for dinner; when he returned, she put on a robe and headed into the kitchen.
“Anything particular I should wear this evening after my bath, sir?” she asked.
“It will be on your bed, ready for when you come out,” he replied, kissing her forehead.
She smiled at him and went upstairs to prepare for the evening ahead.
When she finished her bath, she curiously opened the bathroom door, having heard him enter her bedroom a little earlier. On her bed was a pair of black glossy stockings, a suspender belt, and a black leather collar with a metal loop on the front. On the floor stood a pair of knee-high black high-heeled boots. The absence of a thong, g-string, or any other underwear was no mistake. She put them on, took another selfie for Louise, straightened her hair, and headed downstairs for dinner.
She saw a leather lead with a metal clasp on the kitchen worktop as she entered the kitchen. Edward turned and picked it up, beckoning her over.
“Dinner isn’t ready for a while yet,” he said, clipping it to her collar as she reached him. “Come with me.”
Mary tingled all over. Just the presence of the collar was pushing all her buttons.
Using the lead, he led her through the cellar door and down to the garage, flicking the lights on as he went. When they arrived in the garage, Mary was stunned. She hadn’t been down here before and had already seen the BMW and the Aston Martin, but there was also a Ferrari and a Bentley.
“Pick one,” he said.
“What?” she blurted out. “I mean, what, sir?
“Pick one, the one you like the most.”
She pointed at the Ferrari.
He pulled the lead and led her over to it.
“I’ll take you out in this tomorrow if you are a good girl tonight, okay?”
‘I’d have been a good girl without the car’, she thought.
“Yes sir, okay sir,” she said.
“Good. You look amazing, by the way,” he said, smiling.
“Thank you,” she said, shrugging sweetly.
He led her back to the kitchen, removing the lead while they ate their dinner in a sexually charged silence.
When they had finished, she sat patiently while he cleared the plates, and then he took her to the snooker room, again using the collar and lead.
“I want you to climb onto the table and pose for me,” he said, picking up a camera from a table.
Mary didn’t hesitate, using a chair to step up onto the snooker table and lying down. Over the next half an hour, he took photos of her lying seductively, close-ups of her legs and lingerie, shots from behind to cover her face. Then they moved onto close-ups of her clit, sex, and ass with her body in various positions. Mary loved the whole experience, and so did he.
“I’ll be sending some of these to my poker club to give them a flavour of what they are missing, to show them my princess’s assets,” he said confidently.
Confident that her face wasn’t in any of them, Mary was turned on at the thought of him sharing intimate photos of her with his friends.
“They will all want to fuck you.”
“And if you could, would you let them?” she teased.
“That depends.”
“On what?” she asked.
“I have a reputation to maintain. My parties are of a high standard. I would need to know you could satisfy my guests to those standards,” he said dismissively.
“And how would you know that?”
“I would know because you are going to go to my room and wait on my bed while I lock the doors and turn the lights off; then you are going to show me.”
‘Finally,’ Mary thought happily.
She climbed from the snooker table and stood against him, looking up.
“Yes, sir, I really am.”
His eyes glistened as she turned away, pressed her ass against his groin and bent over, then stood up and headed to the foot of the stairs. She stood in her lingerie, one foot on the first step and the other on the second, holding the rail as he passed, admiring her body, and then she wandered off to his room.
The room had already been set with dim light, and Mary sat on a chair to take off her boots, then her bra, leaving only her collar — lead still attached — and stockings and suspender belt. She wandered around the room, excited and turned on with anticipation until she heard him coming up the stairs. She quickly headed onto his bed and arranged herself seductively on her side, one leg bent over the other facing the door.
He walked in and looked at the vision in front of him. He was clearly a little nervous, finally taking up the option to have sex with her, and Mary decided to help calm his nerves.
“Hello, sir. I removed my boots and bra; I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” he said as Mary slid off the bed and wandered over to him silently in her stocking feet.
She slowly reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, staring into his eyes, then pushed it back for him to pull off properly. She worked on his belt, trousers, and boxers as he pulled off his shirt. It didn’t take Mary long at all to have him stand in front of her naked. She turned once more and pressed her ass against his groin and bent over, though this time he took her hips and pulled a little, his soft cock brushing against her sex.
She stood and turned to him.
“Need my mouth, sir?” she asked.
“No, you need mine,” he said, taking the lead and pulling her aggressively over to the bed. “Lie down and open wide.”
Mary giggled a little, scooted onto the bed quickly and rolled onto her back, pulling her legs up and apart. He was on her in a flash, his tongue probing her opening. Mary reeled in surprise at how fast he moved and how keenly he went down on her. He worked her sex and clit, hands-free for nearly half an hour, occasionally slowing to delay her orgasm as she moaned endlessly. Eventually, he sat up, and Mary noticed his cock was rock hard and ready for action.
He climbed above her and slid a hand under the pillow next to her head, retrieving a condom, then sat between her legs, opening the packet.
“Allow me,” Mary said softly.
She sat up and took it from him, then leaned down and gently sucked his cock for a second before rolling the condom on slowly.
“There, looks like we’re both ready,” she said, laying back and staring at him invitingly. He leaned forward, and Mary reached out, guiding his cock into her. Once his tip had breached her opening, he pressed his length firmly into her. She gasped loudly.
“Fuck me, please, sir,” she begged softly as she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his body. Edward didn’t need telling twice. He slid back and impaled her body on his cock with a force she’d not experienced since Richard.
“More,” she howled desperately.
He leaned back and grabbed her ankles, pressing them above her head, folding her body in half, and slammed into her again.
“Oh my fucking god, yes!” Mary screamed.
For the next ten minutes, it became a game. The harder Edward fucked her, the harder she wanted him to. Mary was lost in him being a customer; he was giving her exactly what she had missed. When he pulled out, she nearly cried, but his instruction to roll over was carried out quickly. He pulled her up onto her knees in a flash and was inside her once more, grabbing hard onto her hips as he slid into her repeatedly.
“Ride me,” he instructed, pulling out of her and lying down. She quickly climbed onto him and guided his cock into her. He grabbed the lead and pulled as she ground her pelvis down onto him, thrusting her into the air as he arched his back, the two of them eventually coming loudly simultaneously, Mary’s legs shaking violently as he filled the condom inside her. Once they’d both finished, he let go of her lead, and Mary slowed to a gentle, rhythmic gyration in her pelvis for a few moments before slowly climbing off him.
He stood to go to his bathroom, out of breath.
“Did I do well?” she asked, lying on her front with her legs bent and her toes pointing into the air.
He stopped and looked at her, a smile right across his face.
“Perfect princess. Perfect,” he replied.
Part ten coming soon